"How do you know when you've crossed the line," my English professor said,
"from infatuation into love?"
Several people rose their hands, but he had called on me.
"Well?" he asked.
"I suppose," I began, "It varies from person to person, a.."
He cut me off, "Very good, Ms. Kyes. Anyone else?"
This guy I sorta like, Hunter Bradley, answered, "When you feel that no one can take their place."
"That's one opinion," the proffesor said, "Any others?"
There were many other suggestions, but, however, none stuck with me but his. Later in the dorm.....
"Hey, Freed," my friend Tru asked, "You think that Brooks guy likes me?"
"Who? Dustin; yeah. He's a friend of mine." "What?!?" she practically yelled in my ear. "Yeah,"I replied, "I was a volunteer on the emergency station when he accidentally crashed and broke his leg. And basically talked with him throughout his whole recovery, and discovered we had a lot in common." "You're not like... together are you?" "What? Of course not. We're just really good friends." "Oh, ok." Tru looked relieved at this. "You don't suppose u could ask him if he wanted to hang with me sometime, would u?" "What? With him? I don't know..." I replied jokingly. "Come on, Freed! please?"
"All right, just don' t be surprized if he has to bail all of a sudden."
Tru seemed to be in a frenzy of excitement. "Yes! Ok! What? Yes! I do! I mean, uh," she started coughing, trying to cover up the slip, and then started jumping for joy on her bed. "Awesooooome!!!!!! Yessss!!" She began to cough slightly again. "Ok," i said, a bit weirded out. "I'll see you later, you know, music lessons. "Yeah, I'll be there..." she looked a bit starry-eyed as I left the room, shouting at her, "You don't take music lessons!! Snap out of it!" "What?" Tru looked at me, still bouncing on the bed so that I feared it would break. I shook my head as I walked back into the room.
"You have computer lessons to be going to; C'mon, I'll walk with you." "Ok..." she said, making a loud thud as she jumpd off her bed. I wished she wouldn't do that, because I knew our neighbors below us didn't really appreciate that. I know; they've told me. While walking, someone "accidentally" bumped into us. "Hey! Watch......Dustin?"
He grinned evilly at us.
"Oh, my God, you jerk!" "Hey, what can I say? I knew I was going to 'bump into you, and what do you know. Hey, who's this," he asked, pointing at Tru.
"Tru Adele, she's my roommate," and I whispered to him, "and I think she's got a crush on u," but before that, Tru was practically drooling on my sandal. "I do not you lying little-" I stopped her before she strangled me, saying, "I'll talk to you ater." She sighed, smiling at Dustin, "Yeah..." He smiled at us, well, more at her, and left. "Oh, my gosh, ur a total space case around him!" I practically shouted to get her attention. She barely snapped out of her daze, "Hm?" That was it. I grabbed my water bottle, opened it, and dumped the contents over her head. She cursed, coming to full attention, "What was that for!?" "For acting like a total space cadet!" She looked at me, or somewhere behind me, zoning again, "Space cadet? Nice..." Little did I know, but I was about to be bombarded with water balloons. As soon as I felt the crashing of was and the explosions of rubber balloons stop, I wheeled around to see Dustin and his guy friends, Shane Clarke, Blake Bradley, and .......Hunter, all laughing because I was completely soaked. "Immature freaks!" I yelled, trying to be extremely mad, but failing. Tru was laughing too, being only lightly showered with what had deflected from me. "Oh," I said, warningly, "You're going to get it now," and I charged at them, tackling Dustin, and putting him into a headlock. "Say 'Uncle', " I told him.
"What? Never!" "You've forced me to bring out my secret weapon," and I took out my magic marker, opened it and waved it menacingly. "Ok; I give. Uncle!"
I let him go, and he tackles me right back.
Shane and Blake watched us amused, while Hunter and Tru weren't so much. "Now you say uncle," he said, getting me pinned.
"Never!" I said dramatically.
"All right, but you'll be la-ate," he said in a sing-song voice.
"What?" I asked, "Fine, I give! Uncle, uncle!!" He let me get up and I grabbed Tru's hand, shouting, "This isn't over!!"
"Ok, Freed," Tru asked. "What was that?"
"What? Can we talk about this later. I'm late."
"I don't care, what was that?"
"Look, if you think we're a couple, I've already told you that we're really good friends. He's like a brother to me. You have nothing to worry about."
She lightened up. "Ok, I'll see you later," and she merrily skipped up the stairs to her class.
I stared after her wondering how i ever became such good friends with her, and if I would ever understand her. Oh, well.
When I got there, the instructor was talking to a tall muscular blond guy.
I went silently to get my flute and put it together just as silently and sat at my spot.
"Class," he said in a bit of a nasally voice, "We have a new student joining our percussion group. Mr. Bradley, would you please stand up?" I froze in shock. Hunter? Here? That just wasn't happening. I turned around in time to see him give a small embarrassed wave and sit back down again.
All through that class, I tried to concentrate more on my music than the fact that my secret crush was in that building.
When it was done, I ran back to the computer building.
An oriental guy was the first to come out.
"Hey, C!" I said as he past.
He just waved and walked on by.
"I can not believe him!!!!" a raging voice came, catching me off guard, making me thank god that she didn't hear me.
"Rough day?" I predicted. "Incredibly," Tru answered.
I sighed, "Tell me."
"Well, that Cmeron Watanabi was showing me up all day!!"
"I hear he's like a super genius or something."
"Whatever," she barked, "Next time, he should watch out."
'Uh-oh,' I thought, 'this could turn out bad', so I said, "Look, Tru, Hun, relax. I 'm sure he wasn't meaning..."
"Oh, he was meaning to, alright. Next tome I see him, I'll knock him out." "Tru, you need to rela-AAX!!" I said, shreiking the last part.
I didn't know what happened buti did know it wasn't good.
"Tru," you may want to step back."
"Why?" she asked, doing as she was told.
The sound of liquid hitting the pavement was heard.
"That's why," I replied.
"Ew, blue...hair.......dye. Oh, wow, Freed. C'mon." She and I raced back to our dorm. After washing out the exess dye, thanking God it didn't stick to my skin, my waist length dark blond hair was now navy blue. My face may have expressed tranquility, but I was burning with rage. "Dustin Brooks!" I growled, "This means war."
"Freed," Tru said scared, "Don't do anything drastic--Please!"
I could never bear to see my best friend beg, so I caved.
"All right, no war," I told her, but I was planning something.
"Come on," I said, "I was going to meet him at Storm Chargers."
She began to jump up and down, and space again.
"On second thought, if I'm going to get anything done, I probably should go about it alone."
She stopped. "What?!? Please, please, please!"
"Well, you'll have to behave," I said as she nodded,
"And you'll have to drool less. Deal?"
"Yep, but I don't drool!" she said and I drove us both in my black and silver bug.
"Hey, Kel," we said at different times.
"Whoa, Freed," Kelly said looking at my hair. "What happened?"
"Really don't know," I replied, "Can I talk to Dustin?"
"Yeah, he's in the back."
When I looked over, I saw him duck behind the counter.
As I got there, I pulled him up by his shirt collar and slammed him against a wall, hissing, "You ever pull crap like this again, and I'll cut off your shortest appendage, and I don't mean your head."
He gulped, knowing exactly what I meant and stammered, "I-I didn't do it! It was some other goon."
"Yeah, sure."
"It was!"
"All right, all right," I whispered, noticing that Tru was coming over. "I'll believe you....for now. One more quick thing. Tru over there wants to date you and maybe do a little extra," I said the last part to deliberately get her mad. "EW!" she near-shrieked. "No, no, no, NO!! That's gross!"
Dustin and I laughed at her reaction.
I continued, "What I was going to say is that she really wants to kiss you, possibly some snogging later on," I noticed Tru's confused look, and said, "but I doubt it."
"Wha..." she asked dumbfoundedly, and then got it. "You're right to doubt that! That's BAD!!"
"Hey, Ladies," Kelly snapped, "Please keep it down!"
"Yes, Ma!" I replied.
"What?!?" "I said, 'Yes, Kel.' You heard me, didn't you?" I asked Dustin.
"Sounded like Kel to me," he replied getting the message. "No," Tru argued, "I specifically heard-" I shook my head. "Kel," she finished.
"Oh, ok," Kel said and dropped the matter altogether.
"Now," Dustin began, "Tell us, what's up between you and Hunter?"
"What do you mean?" I asked. "I don't know what you're talking about." "I saw how you looked at him and today in band! You just froze up when you found out he was there."
"So?" I countered, "that doesn't mean anything."
"Actually, Freed," Tru said, all goofily and dreamy-like, staring at Dustin," it could mean something."
"Fine," I said, then lied, "I-I don't like the boy. Happy?"
Dustin looked at me skeptically while Tru was drooling a river.
"I really doubt that," he said, but changed the subject. "How did you do in Mr. Farley's class?" Mr. Farley's the math teacher.
"A, why? You didn't fail the test again, did you?"
He gave me a sheepish look.
"Oh my God, Dustin! Do you know how much that will hurt your grade?"
"No......."
"That was a major part of it!"
He gave me a nervous scared look. "Well, at least I failed high."
I rolled my eyes. "I'm in the tutorial program, so I could tutor you some."
His eyes lit up, "Would you?" he asked. "I'll see what I can do," I told him. "But no promises." He gave me a big smile, saying, "Thank you." I nodded. That would be easier said than done. "Dustin, if you see Hunter, don't tell him anything, ok?" He nodded and scribbled something down on a scrap of paper and handed it to Tru. She smiled at him, he smiled at her, and I waved my hand in front of both the space cases' faces. Neither she nor he snapped out of their trances.
"Hey, Kel, can you help me? Tru and I need to get back." "No prob," she replied. "Dustin! Go to the back and grab a box of motocross gloves. If you don't; you're fired." Dustin broke his stare and ran to the back, with Tru staring after him. I rolled my eyes, and said, "If she ever wakes up, could you tell her I left for my journalism meeting, and I will not be back." "Sure," Kelly replied. "Thanks," I told her, then tried once more to contact Tru. "Hey! Tru, I'm leaving now!!!" I think leaving her there was such a great idea, but if I needed to be somewhere, I'm sure she'd understand, especially since I had left her with her crush.
Hey, guys! Thanks for reading, and CamFan, if you're reading, I'm wondering if you'd want to be in this story too! You'd be the chief editor to the school newspaper, and I'll hook you up with a certain samurai!!
"I suppose," I began, "It varies from person to person, a.."
He cut me off, "Very good, Ms. Kyes. Anyone else?"
This guy I sorta like, Hunter Bradley, answered, "When you feel that no one can take their place."
"That's one opinion," the proffesor said, "Any others?"
There were many other suggestions, but, however, none stuck with me but his. Later in the dorm.....
"Hey, Freed," my friend Tru asked, "You think that Brooks guy likes me?"
"Who? Dustin; yeah. He's a friend of mine." "What?!?" she practically yelled in my ear. "Yeah,"I replied, "I was a volunteer on the emergency station when he accidentally crashed and broke his leg. And basically talked with him throughout his whole recovery, and discovered we had a lot in common." "You're not like... together are you?" "What? Of course not. We're just really good friends." "Oh, ok." Tru looked relieved at this. "You don't suppose u could ask him if he wanted to hang with me sometime, would u?" "What? With him? I don't know..." I replied jokingly. "Come on, Freed! please?"
"All right, just don' t be surprized if he has to bail all of a sudden."
Tru seemed to be in a frenzy of excitement. "Yes! Ok! What? Yes! I do! I mean, uh," she started coughing, trying to cover up the slip, and then started jumping for joy on her bed. "Awesooooome!!!!!! Yessss!!" She began to cough slightly again. "Ok," i said, a bit weirded out. "I'll see you later, you know, music lessons. "Yeah, I'll be there..." she looked a bit starry-eyed as I left the room, shouting at her, "You don't take music lessons!! Snap out of it!" "What?" Tru looked at me, still bouncing on the bed so that I feared it would break. I shook my head as I walked back into the room.
"You have computer lessons to be going to; C'mon, I'll walk with you." "Ok..." she said, making a loud thud as she jumpd off her bed. I wished she wouldn't do that, because I knew our neighbors below us didn't really appreciate that. I know; they've told me. While walking, someone "accidentally" bumped into us. "Hey! Watch......Dustin?"
He grinned evilly at us.
"Oh, my God, you jerk!" "Hey, what can I say? I knew I was going to 'bump into you, and what do you know. Hey, who's this," he asked, pointing at Tru.
"Tru Adele, she's my roommate," and I whispered to him, "and I think she's got a crush on u," but before that, Tru was practically drooling on my sandal. "I do not you lying little-" I stopped her before she strangled me, saying, "I'll talk to you ater." She sighed, smiling at Dustin, "Yeah..." He smiled at us, well, more at her, and left. "Oh, my gosh, ur a total space case around him!" I practically shouted to get her attention. She barely snapped out of her daze, "Hm?" That was it. I grabbed my water bottle, opened it, and dumped the contents over her head. She cursed, coming to full attention, "What was that for!?" "For acting like a total space cadet!" She looked at me, or somewhere behind me, zoning again, "Space cadet? Nice..." Little did I know, but I was about to be bombarded with water balloons. As soon as I felt the crashing of was and the explosions of rubber balloons stop, I wheeled around to see Dustin and his guy friends, Shane Clarke, Blake Bradley, and .......Hunter, all laughing because I was completely soaked. "Immature freaks!" I yelled, trying to be extremely mad, but failing. Tru was laughing too, being only lightly showered with what had deflected from me. "Oh," I said, warningly, "You're going to get it now," and I charged at them, tackling Dustin, and putting him into a headlock. "Say 'Uncle', " I told him.
"What? Never!" "You've forced me to bring out my secret weapon," and I took out my magic marker, opened it and waved it menacingly. "Ok; I give. Uncle!"
I let him go, and he tackles me right back.
Shane and Blake watched us amused, while Hunter and Tru weren't so much. "Now you say uncle," he said, getting me pinned.
"Never!" I said dramatically.
"All right, but you'll be la-ate," he said in a sing-song voice.
"What?" I asked, "Fine, I give! Uncle, uncle!!" He let me get up and I grabbed Tru's hand, shouting, "This isn't over!!"
"Ok, Freed," Tru asked. "What was that?"
"What? Can we talk about this later. I'm late."
"I don't care, what was that?"
"Look, if you think we're a couple, I've already told you that we're really good friends. He's like a brother to me. You have nothing to worry about."
She lightened up. "Ok, I'll see you later," and she merrily skipped up the stairs to her class.
I stared after her wondering how i ever became such good friends with her, and if I would ever understand her. Oh, well.
When I got there, the instructor was talking to a tall muscular blond guy.
I went silently to get my flute and put it together just as silently and sat at my spot.
"Class," he said in a bit of a nasally voice, "We have a new student joining our percussion group. Mr. Bradley, would you please stand up?" I froze in shock. Hunter? Here? That just wasn't happening. I turned around in time to see him give a small embarrassed wave and sit back down again.
All through that class, I tried to concentrate more on my music than the fact that my secret crush was in that building.
When it was done, I ran back to the computer building.
An oriental guy was the first to come out.
"Hey, C!" I said as he past.
He just waved and walked on by.
"I can not believe him!!!!" a raging voice came, catching me off guard, making me thank god that she didn't hear me.
"Rough day?" I predicted. "Incredibly," Tru answered.
I sighed, "Tell me."
"Well, that Cmeron Watanabi was showing me up all day!!"
"I hear he's like a super genius or something."
"Whatever," she barked, "Next time, he should watch out."
'Uh-oh,' I thought, 'this could turn out bad', so I said, "Look, Tru, Hun, relax. I 'm sure he wasn't meaning..."
"Oh, he was meaning to, alright. Next tome I see him, I'll knock him out." "Tru, you need to rela-AAX!!" I said, shreiking the last part.
I didn't know what happened buti did know it wasn't good.
"Tru," you may want to step back."
"Why?" she asked, doing as she was told.
The sound of liquid hitting the pavement was heard.
"That's why," I replied.
"Ew, blue...hair.......dye. Oh, wow, Freed. C'mon." She and I raced back to our dorm. After washing out the exess dye, thanking God it didn't stick to my skin, my waist length dark blond hair was now navy blue. My face may have expressed tranquility, but I was burning with rage. "Dustin Brooks!" I growled, "This means war."
"Freed," Tru said scared, "Don't do anything drastic--Please!"
I could never bear to see my best friend beg, so I caved.
"All right, no war," I told her, but I was planning something.
"Come on," I said, "I was going to meet him at Storm Chargers."
She began to jump up and down, and space again.
"On second thought, if I'm going to get anything done, I probably should go about it alone."
She stopped. "What?!? Please, please, please!"
"Well, you'll have to behave," I said as she nodded,
"And you'll have to drool less. Deal?"
"Yep, but I don't drool!" she said and I drove us both in my black and silver bug.
"Hey, Kel," we said at different times.
"Whoa, Freed," Kelly said looking at my hair. "What happened?"
"Really don't know," I replied, "Can I talk to Dustin?"
"Yeah, he's in the back."
When I looked over, I saw him duck behind the counter.
As I got there, I pulled him up by his shirt collar and slammed him against a wall, hissing, "You ever pull crap like this again, and I'll cut off your shortest appendage, and I don't mean your head."
He gulped, knowing exactly what I meant and stammered, "I-I didn't do it! It was some other goon."
"Yeah, sure."
"It was!"
"All right, all right," I whispered, noticing that Tru was coming over. "I'll believe you....for now. One more quick thing. Tru over there wants to date you and maybe do a little extra," I said the last part to deliberately get her mad. "EW!" she near-shrieked. "No, no, no, NO!! That's gross!"
Dustin and I laughed at her reaction.
I continued, "What I was going to say is that she really wants to kiss you, possibly some snogging later on," I noticed Tru's confused look, and said, "but I doubt it."
"Wha..." she asked dumbfoundedly, and then got it. "You're right to doubt that! That's BAD!!"
"Hey, Ladies," Kelly snapped, "Please keep it down!"
"Yes, Ma!" I replied.
"What?!?" "I said, 'Yes, Kel.' You heard me, didn't you?" I asked Dustin.
"Sounded like Kel to me," he replied getting the message. "No," Tru argued, "I specifically heard-" I shook my head. "Kel," she finished.
"Oh, ok," Kel said and dropped the matter altogether.
"Now," Dustin began, "Tell us, what's up between you and Hunter?"
"What do you mean?" I asked. "I don't know what you're talking about." "I saw how you looked at him and today in band! You just froze up when you found out he was there."
"So?" I countered, "that doesn't mean anything."
"Actually, Freed," Tru said, all goofily and dreamy-like, staring at Dustin," it could mean something."
"Fine," I said, then lied, "I-I don't like the boy. Happy?"
Dustin looked at me skeptically while Tru was drooling a river.
"I really doubt that," he said, but changed the subject. "How did you do in Mr. Farley's class?" Mr. Farley's the math teacher.
"A, why? You didn't fail the test again, did you?"
He gave me a sheepish look.
"Oh my God, Dustin! Do you know how much that will hurt your grade?"
"No......."
"That was a major part of it!"
He gave me a nervous scared look. "Well, at least I failed high."
I rolled my eyes. "I'm in the tutorial program, so I could tutor you some."
His eyes lit up, "Would you?" he asked. "I'll see what I can do," I told him. "But no promises." He gave me a big smile, saying, "Thank you." I nodded. That would be easier said than done. "Dustin, if you see Hunter, don't tell him anything, ok?" He nodded and scribbled something down on a scrap of paper and handed it to Tru. She smiled at him, he smiled at her, and I waved my hand in front of both the space cases' faces. Neither she nor he snapped out of their trances.
"Hey, Kel, can you help me? Tru and I need to get back." "No prob," she replied. "Dustin! Go to the back and grab a box of motocross gloves. If you don't; you're fired." Dustin broke his stare and ran to the back, with Tru staring after him. I rolled my eyes, and said, "If she ever wakes up, could you tell her I left for my journalism meeting, and I will not be back." "Sure," Kelly replied. "Thanks," I told her, then tried once more to contact Tru. "Hey! Tru, I'm leaving now!!!" I think leaving her there was such a great idea, but if I needed to be somewhere, I'm sure she'd understand, especially since I had left her with her crush.
Hey, guys! Thanks for reading, and CamFan, if you're reading, I'm wondering if you'd want to be in this story too! You'd be the chief editor to the school newspaper, and I'll hook you up with a certain samurai!!